This is where you'll most likely find me until the new spring arrives. I can spend hours and hours like this, knitting, watching Netflix or listening to an audiobook, and a cup (read: several liters) of tea by my side. I'm completely at peace when I'm knitting something, my favorite being wool socks. You can never have too many of those when living in Finland.
I will do this until my fingers bleed, quite literally. A dent forms in the nail of my left thumb, where it rest against the needle and pushes up the next stitch. Slowly the same needle punctures a hole in my right index finger, after thousands of times pushing it down. The wool yarn runs over my left index finger, and soon cuts through several layers of skin. Yet I enjoy knitting more than anything else.
Have a great Sunday!
